Friday, June 22, 2018
A Prayer to the Lord When Things Seem Dangerously Familiar
Dear Lord, Creator of the Universe, you fill me with wonder.
Your Creation spans the glory of the infinite heavens
Your work, small and precious as a newborn's breath
Yet as deep and staggering as the fastless sky
I am but a dust-hewn ape
Living only by your Breath
I scribble and I write
Weaving my little imagined worlds
From the chicken-scratches of my tongue
Knowing full well that You
Are the Author
Of all things
And so it is with some
trepidation
Fear and trembling, even
That I bring
This up.
You do realize
That Tim LaHaye
Already wrote
This story?
I mean, maybe
You didn't
Read it.
Or maybe
Like me
you just
Watched about ten agonizing minutes
of that You-awful
Movie with
Kirk Cameron.
But
from what I know
these characters
Are really transparently
Derivative.
Particularly the
loud horrible one
With Eastern European
Entanglements
And I had come to expect
A little more surprise
And a little less
Obviousness and Drab Venality
From the works of Your Manifold Glory
Unless
Unless
This is a
Timely
Contextually ironic
Reboot.
Oh.
Right.
Well.
In which case
Wow, as my fellow
Presbyterian
Anne LaMott might
Say.
And also:
Help.
AMEN